Got a spot picked out directly in front of the vestibule at 100 vista drive when they finally go ass up there. A fitting send off. We're talkin (2) XXL Double Stuffed Shredded Chicken Supremes with extra sour cream and hot sauce. Stir in about a twelve pack of Mickey's grenades for a nice bouquet. Let simmer overnight.
Early the next day, two peircing blue eyes look out from the woods, taking in the surroundings, gauging just the right moment to strike.
With the sounds of the birds chirping and a slight chill still in the air from the night before, I stir from the still dewy bushes. With the odd rhythm of a morbidly obese, yet somehow still graceful jungle cat, I cross the parking lot. A fecal-laden pinyata ready to birth my foul cargo of luquid fury onto the unsuspecting pavements. I let loose a howl of pure anadulterated battle lust as I reach the foyer, no longer encumbered by the FR's I had left in the woods, I pirouette, naked as a jay, leaping into the air, and simultaneously relax my quivering sphincter. The glorious result of my rectal maternity, dripping and glistening, coats most nearby surfaces. My primal scream still hanging in the air, now headily laden with the sweet stench of victory!!!!!